Time to Travel

Of the 21 days it took us to get from the U.S. through Romania to Egypt on to Uganda and then back to Romania we spent 7 days traveling. 7 days and nights cramped in an airplane seat trying to sleep, or in an airport counting the minutes to our next flight, or in the backseat of a car trying not to think about how close that car just came to hitting us. We thought that if we spent a third of our time on a mode of transportation then transportation deserved a blog of it's own. So here you are, an airport by airport account of our journey from Uganda to Romania.

Entebbe, Uganda 3:30 P.M.
Starting the trip out right with a strong cup of coffee.

Addis Ababa, Ethiopia 8:00 P.M
Still looking good thanks to the fact that the coffee is still working.

Cairo, Egypt 1:10 A.M.
A quick shot amid the confusion of trying to make a 1 and a half hour connection in a disorganized airport.

Frankfurt, Germany 8:00 A.M.
After another cup of coffee we all feel like we MIGHT be able to make it through the next 7 hours.

Bucharest, Romania 3:00 P.M
Looking pretty bad after not getting any sleep for the last 24 plus hours and having contracted an eye infection on the last flight, but happy to be in Romania again.

~Anna

The Ugandan Path

One of the thrills of being in Uganda with the Morris' was visiting their church.

It's located only a few blocks from their home, and our procession started with Aiden, Ben and Hannah doing the baby duckling thing behind Loring.

Our Anna follows close behind with Scovia ( one of the young women that live with Dan and Loring.)

The path is narrow,

but the results are worth it!

Multitudes of gorgeous children belong to Africa. Hannah holds one of them, and IS
one of them!

Outside the building's gate.

Darwin is the guest speaker.

These praises made my ears smile.

Kostya is from Ukraine, and helps with the ministry here.

I mentioned Darwin was the guest speaker, but Christ is the main guest.

Thanks for Giving

Thanksgiving Sunday
has got to be one of my favorite events in Bircii. It's not a national holiday, but one celebrated individually by many of the churches in this country.


It's hard not to smile when you see
the front of the church holding the bounty of the earth. Almost all of this food was raised on the land we walk past every day. It was furrowed and planted and hoed and weeded and canned or baked
by the folks sitting right next to us in church.

It's a special day, and it grows more festive as some of our friends from the neighboring church in Potcoava come in. The kids and church members treat us to songs, and ...

the youth group add more worship.

( Our Anna is in the orchestra, but she's hidden in the photo.)
Ron serves up the gospel,

and Necu*, our main speaker, dishes out more words of Life.

How refreshing to gaze at His bounty and thank Him for giving.

It's not so bad, either, to get in on the treats after the service.
Did someone say dessert?

Give thanks to the Lord, call on his name, make known among the nations what he has done.
1 Chronicles 16:8

*Bummer. I had a picture of Necu, but lost it in computer land.